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I just was listening to songs, and red like roses part 2 from rwby came on. It just made think of how sapnap would feel after all of team mafia died at the end leaving him alone. It's a song about a mother dying and how the daughter is mad that her mother left her. While the mother is apologizing in the song for leaving her alone, but how to do what she did to help save the world. I have thoughts about which mafia members singing different parts where the mother is singing (lots of farfa and shadoune though). I might just need to make baby au list and put it in order of events in the story lol
https://youtu.be/euuxPokAeIA?si=TYVCCiuL3efTpUUk
I'm just gonna put the link if you're ever up to hear it :). (I already broke when I said I would at least wait a little bit.... well that means you'll come back to nonsense for sure lmao)
Holy fuckkkk
You’re in luck anon, I used to play this song on loop years ago oh my GOD. I fucking loved RWBY(and roosterteeth) though I never finished the series. I have a CD of the Volume 1 soundtrack that was gifted to me and I played it in my car every time I drove to college holyyyy
Relistening to it is bringing me back to me singing this at the top of my lungs pfft
ASIDE from that. Baby Sapnap.
When the admins eventually do tell Sapnap and Sylvee that everyone is dead, I assume they don’t quiet get what that means. Being dead doesn’t make any /sense/. Yea people died all the time, like Goncho and Piru! Like Uncle Bana! But they always came back. Dying wasn’t seen as something permanent to them.
They’re just. Gone now. It was explained to them that they aren’t coming back. And Sapnap doesn’t quite believe it, he thinks they’re all just being silly.
Sylvee gets it much faster. She knows dead means people who don’t come back home sometimes. She’s had enough teammates at the start go through that. But it wasn’t anything…devastating then. But the idea of her team, her /family/ not coming back. She remembers when Sapnap and her were separated for a time. It made her so sad. And she knows she’s going to be sad again. She’s going to cry a lot. Sapnap doesn’t know how to console her.
They’ll be back one day Sylvee. I promise, he’ll say. Patting her hair down and hugging her. He wants her to feel better.
Sapnap will get in trouble and get lost again eventually. It will take him being scared and realizing Fafra or Shadoune or Spreen or any of them aren’t coming to rescue him. Not anymore. And he’ll cry when it finally hits. Quiet sobs. No crazy tantrum like he’s had before. He feels his heart breaking and its a hurt he doesn’t like.
Peele will find him despondent. Sapnap isn’t quiet the same after that.
And while the admins realize they have to defeat Reviil and avenge everyone, they have two toddlers with them. They’ll have to raise them in a world filled with Reviil’s evils and monsters. These two babies won’t grow up in a world free of Reviil like everyone had wanted, where they went into space to fight him(and failed). They’ll grow up and be shaped by the horrors Reviil leaves behind in this world. The only two cubitos left that could possibly take down Reviil. It’ll be a lot of pressure on them two.
But for now. They grieve.
#ehm asks#baby dedsafio au#I want you to know I listened to this song way too many times oops#Anyways I’m back hehe#I’ve missed talking about the babies so much#ehm aus
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IM FREEEEE FROM MIDTERMS!!! I WILL BE MAKING THE REQS NOW GUYS!! i’ll post everything soon:>
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Last view before a late arrival
#Hi hi hello Moomin fandom the Moomins hyperfixation/special interest is setting back in slowly I can feel ittttttt shajfhdsjfh#Moomins#my art#Moomin#Snufkin#moominvalley#kind of?? He’s on a mountain peak overlooking Some Valley but I’m uncertain if it’s that one quite yet#he’s just enjoying the rest of his time alone before he returns soon (and late)#Right I can’t remember any more tags uhhhhh#Oh um#id in alt text#And hehe a little very vague alluded to snufmin symbolism#But anyway#yay hi
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I have found the best team to play in the Arcade Arena
It’s insanely fun, insanely strong (I literally only have half the characters built), and you get to say “go, femboys, go!” in a Dark Cacao voice every time the battle starts
#cr kingdom#cookie run#oh yeah I’m back on my cookie bullshit#I just. I missed affogato :(#and also shadow milk looks really cool hehe (I can’t stop saying “silly vanilly” please help—)#anyway#pure vanilla cookie#affogato cookie#peach blossom cookie#dark cacao cookie#i call this team: “Dark Cacao and the Twinks”#I love the lore implications such a name brings
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Oops wrong au 👀🦈🪼
#I’m in a rush rn#I’ll be back with a little translation of the cypher#the little code#mer au script let’s gooooooo#and I will just. give you all the key#for fun#and then we’ll do a royal au script too hehe#anyway#fan art#my art#aftg#all for the game#neil josten#andrew minyard#mer au#jellyfish#shark#basking shark#oops all mers au#sketchbook#oh. does anyone want to see the life cycle of baby jelly mers#it’s wild#sharkdrew#jellyneil
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*Kronk’s voice” oh yeah it’s all coming together
#death note#Matsuda#matsuda touta#Tiny Misa#Tiny Light#L#l lawliet#actually maybe I just drew this because I wanted to see Matsu in a colla-#anyways#I can make a whole ass AU with this#if anything I’m so reusing these designs for my own OCs one day ahshhshdjcjd#uh if you didn’t see before the L design is from a few posts back hehe
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what are they saying?
Like, genuinely I can’t think of anything I drew them and idk what to with them help
#If someone comes up with something I might actually color this hehe#I’m on a trip rn but when I get back I have some stuff planned#For example:#finishing those requests#anyways here we go#Lu#my art#art#linked universe#doodles#linked universe fanart#linkeduniverse#lu twilight#lu wild#linked universe wild#linked universe twilight
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she’s real as fuck i’m obsessed w her
#top left & right are gonna be used to hell and back i already know#turbogranny turned turbokitty :3#i’m gonna continue the manga tomorrow hehe i read a few chapters (the ones in the anime) and i wanna binge read as much as possible hehe#i love dan da dan so much omfg it really is a new fav alongside elusive samurai & sakamoto days#WHICH I ALSO HAVE TO CATCH UP ON!!!!!! same w sign of affection and apothecary diaries#OMG SAME W CHAINSAWMAN TOO it’s been ages since i caught up on that#so much manga :3 love it ;3 gotta start choujin x eventually too… AND FINISH gokurakugai#gonna snooze and then finish fic recs tomorrow! i was gonna do multiple fics but omg… maybe another time for that#i’ll just do one or two fics per person#which is so hard bc if given the choice i’d choose them all <333 moots you’re so talented . you make me heave <3#anyways :p HONK SHOO MIMIMI#WATCH DAN DA DAN 🫵🏼#personal
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Did you make the tragedy au? If so, what is it about? I think I have somewhat of a grasp on it but I would really like to read more about it and to hear your ideas and thoughts! :D
(p.s - love your art! <3)
It’s by me & @feelo-fick :))) It’s about Chilchuck finally going on vacation :>
Well..
I kid. Sort of.
It’s an au in which instead of the Winged Lion taking Marcille, it ends up settling for a panicking Chilchuck instead, to its disappointment. Basically, a Dungeon Lord Chilchuck au!
He’s separated from the party who are trying to find him, & as the dungeon changes, so does he. Despite his initial skepticism & caution, he starts to indulge in some of his addictions & dreams, such as one of a safer world, one of good cheer & little care. One in which he can relax, but also control if need be… (Is he in control?)
The others manage to catch up with the two, the golden of which plays a trick, winning Chilchuck for longer. When the party finally realize what’s happened & go back after him, several events (which I’m trying to be vague about for now) ensue…
(With lots of mythological ties, of course. Have you read the title of my blog? Have you seen the Orpheus & Eurydice things? And then there’s Dionysius. Not to mention the Minotaur…)
…All the while the hourglass winds down, things becoming progressively harder & harder to tell if they’re real or fake (the alcohol surely not helping). People aren’t just themselves anymore- Monsters are people & the reverse is true too. Whom do you trust when a face is shared? Whom do you trust when you become worse?
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Sorry for how vague this got; I’m not sure how much to share just yet. We like keeping things ‘oooooOoo so mysterious’ for funsies but also want people to Know The Stuff, which gets complicated lol. There is a lot that we have for this au though, & those “events” I mentioned we’re very normal about, so things relating to & about that pop up in our posts about it all the time. So… There’s that, have fun.
(Also thank you so much!! :)))))))) )
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OH ALSO it’s chilaios this is an au with chilaios I forgot to say!! It plays. Their relationship plays. A rather nice chunk of it. It’s not what it’s abboutttt exactly but yeah plays a big part those two’s uhh.. Interactions. And it stabs my heart :) I love them. May they bleed terribly. So very terribly <3
#ask#tragedy au#:))))))))))))))))))) oh my gosh tragedy au ask…. oh my gosh#dude I can’t wait to post more I need to push myself to post the stuff there is dude there are several animatics & lots and lots of art#and more#gahhhhhhhh#normal normal I’m normal#Dude there is SO. MUCH.!#I promise it’s way more detailed & thought out than described here it’s just those reasons I mentioned & stuff#& also the timeline is slightly messy because we technically haven’t cleaned that up just yet#it’s still understandable but yknow. Not enough. Not quite enough. So many details to clean.. so many details existing..#there’s so much…….#houghhhhhhhh time to finish that au drawing I started a while ago guess what I finally found my Apple Pencil again isn’t that great!! Now I#can do stuff not with my finger on on paper again!#no offense to paper I like paper but it’s not the same#anyway.#thanks for the ask I am so ill#First au ask let’s go yippee hehe :]#Hwpughhhhh hwough ok back to lying in a ditch full of blood#chilaios#<- I GUESS#(As if I didn’t just type about that)
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quick something
#delislittledrawings#persona 4#yu narukami#persona 4 fanart#p4#persona 4 golden#new drawing yippee !! i quickly did it last sunday and managed to finish it today (i was just playing with filters lol)#might do more quick things like that because i’m so busy i can’t even breathe and sleep correctly#but anyways !! let’s go back to drawing hehe
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Imp Grian? 👉👈
WWWWWWWAHOO
I usually don't give him actual ears and I don't know how I feel abt him having them here lol
#grian fanart#any excuse to give him sharp teeth and claws hehe#also gave him a scorpion tail instead of your typical barbed tail bc i wanted some variety between his design and the vex pearl i did on tw#something something character designs go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr#ask game#I’m looking back at this also and realizing I fucked up his proportions why is his head Large#but anyways
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Simon doodles I drew at like 1 AM or so recently. In an absolutely genius move, my dumbass started getting sleepy and decided to draw him being sleepy too about it instead of just going to bed 💀💀💀💀💀. Literally thought about The Guy before I realized I could (and should) go sleep
#castlevania#castlevania games#simon belmont#akumajo dracula#akumajou dracula#art post#my art#at this point I just determine which things I haven’t posted yet by what images don’t have a cropped version lol#he’s so eepy#yeah he’s got a plushie and nightgown of course—#haha the plushie totally isn’t a rabbit cause I collect rabbit plushies hahahaha no not at all erm uh—#and uh random microwaving the plushie so it’s warm image#he’s allowed to have a microwave in the 1600s as a treat :3#eh but honestly I just draw these characters in a random void and make them do whatever so it’s the character interaction void’s microwave#I usually draw him on his side or face when laying down cause I imagine laying on his back is probably uncomfortable#never healing scars are probably not very great to touch very much#this is totally me when i’m suffering from the curse#imagine having posture and back problems already and then Dracula goes ‘hehe I’m gonna make that worse :)’ 💀💀💀#uh dumping headcanons in the tags I guess lol#he’s probably an insomniac tbh like who else would be taking a week or more of no sleep like a champ like that#dude up walking around and talking to people for days and only gets like teeny tiny breaks at the church every so often???#yeah this guy already had sleep set on veteran difficulty#that being said I think when he does sleep he does like a rock don’t even bother trying getting him up#and why would you tbh he would be so sad :( it took him so long to do that :( let him sleep until 2 pm—#yeah anyway yippie doodles! of The Guy™️!!!#I can’t think of anything else
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Chapter Thirty-Eight — Prognosis
I think those were the worst parts of it all; the waiting. That silence that left way too much time for the thoughts to get louder. Sitting on the stiff examination bed in a hospital gown felt more suffocating than a noose, the center of a horrible sort of attention.
4.5 k words | 15-20 min read time | TRIGGER WARNINGS: Hospital, procedures, medical events
⚠️AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another chapter, another friend! How could I not let the world's best doctor be a part of this tale, especially when the RowlandRoweWhatever family needs someone with a special set of skills they can't get at just any ol' hospital? Thank you @infamoussparks for letting me steal your girl and show off her brilliant skillset, the inaugural first outreach towards the people who make this fandom fantastic.
I sat up as the patient couch pulled out of the scan machine, pulling the earplugs out of my ears and opening my jaws to force a pop.
Dad had nearly blown a gasket when Dr. Sims explained what they wanted to do on Monday—or, moreso, how they wanted to do the imaging for it. A dose of diluted raythium with a dye in it for tracing the conducrine and every protein it produced in the time I was in there. “You want to put that stuff in my daughter?” Dad demanded, “A day after we just figured out how dangerous this shit is?”
Dr. Sims did his best to try and placate Dad’s worry, telling him it wasn’t the same. “It’s at least not gonna cause anything bad,” he assured him, “But it’s the only way to activate the proteins in her to observe them,”
Dad eventually relented, letting Dr. Sims whisk me away as he stayed back with Brent; he wasn’t allowed in the radiology department while I was getting an MRI just in case the magnet became too attracted to his steel.
“You did great, Jean,” Aunt Sia assured me with a low voice as I slipped off of the patient couch, Dr. Sims wheeling in a wheelchair. They wouldn’t let me walk, and I hated it—I wasn’t crippled, just broken.
Didn’t matter—either way, I was pushed through the hall like some spectacle.
Dad pushed off from his place leaned against the wall when the door to the exam room opened, rushing to meet me as Aunt Sia wheeled me in. He glanced down at me, smile stressed and forced, before looking up at Dr. Sims. “Get what you need?” he asked.
Dr. Sims nodded, taking the chair back from Aunt Sia. “Yeah. I’ll be back with the specialist in a bit.”
And there we were, caught in another waiting lull.
I think those were the worst parts of it all; the waiting. That silence that left way too much time for the thoughts to get louder. Sitting on the stiff examination bed in a hospital gown felt more suffocating than a noose, the center of a horrible sort of attention. It didn’t help that they all had quickly shifted back to treating me like broken glass; Brent was silent and blankly watching me, seeming to examine every move, Dad was still acting as if I’d drop dead any second, and Aunt Sia insisted on coming. Said she wanted to support me. And I mean, sure, I was thankful that they cared…but it was suffocating. Demeaning. Even if that’s not how they meant it, it’s how it felt.
There was a swift knock on the door, and Dad didn’t even finish saying something about coming in before the door opened—and the sharp click of heels against the hickory floor.
The person that walked in most definitely wasn’t Dr. Sims. Her red hair was more natural auburn than Aunt Sia’s bright red, shoved away in a messy bun that somehow looked like it took twenty minutes to set. There was one fancy silver pen sticking out of it and that somehow looked deliberate too. If someone asked me to picture a ‘confident scholar,’ it’d probably be someone like her; white blouse, black pants, eyeliner that looked sharp enough to prick my finger for a blood sample. The lab coat swayed behind her as she walked confidently into the room, Dr. Sims closing the door.
But her smile was warm and welcoming as she looked over the room, greeting, “Hello!” She regarded me first, smiling, “I’m Dr. Hutch—you must be Jean.”
I smiled back sheepishly as Dr. Hutch’s eyes moved to Dad, something in them registering. “You must be Mr…Rowland? Rowe?”
Dad chuffed, “I’m not even sure, at this rate,”
Dr. Hutch accepted his admittance with grace, offering a hand to shake. Dr. Sims turned just as Dad stood, eyes widening when he moved to share the doctor’s hand—and with a shimmering sound and a flash of blue, he was across the room in an instant, gripping Dad’s wrist and yanking it upwards away from Dr. Hutch.
“You don’t wanna do that, D,” Dr. Sims warned, looking at Dad knowingly. The realization struck me almost immediately.
She was a Conduit.
Brent seemed to come to the same conclusion, eyebrows shooting up as he glanced at me. “Right, sorry.” Dad said, letting his hand fall.
Dr. Hutch smiled, “I’ll go with Rowe, then,” she said simply, her own going to rest on her hip. She looked between Dad and I, getting right down to business. “I’m a certified genetic counselor, and I’m here to run one last diagnostic on Jean before we go over your test results—and what I found out from what you sent me,” she added, looking over her shoulder at Dr. Sims.
I looked her over; nice outfit, a lab coat, and…quite literally nothing else. She made no move to pull anything out of the pockets on her coat, either. Hadn’t we established there was nothing wrong with my DNA? Why was there a genetic counselor here? Dad seemed to think the same, because he asked, “What sort of diagnostic?”
“I want to observe her health on the cellular level,” Dr. Hutch informed him. “It would give us a better idea of what could possibly be the problem here.”
“Do you—” I hesitated, not even sure how to ask what I wanted to ask. “Do you have to draw blood?”
Yeah, that’d have to do.
Dr. Hutch smiled gently, shaking her head once. “No. I’d just need about ten seconds of your time, and your hands.”
My brow furrowed; my hands? How was she going to examine me with those? Was she gonna palm read her way to my diagnosis? I glanced over at Dad, who looked intrigued more than confused. “Alright,” he said simply, giving consent for whatever procedure she had in mind.
Dr. Hutch nodded, beginning to roll up her sleeves before asking, “May I see your hands please, Jean?” I hesitated, looking at the cast on my right arm, and Dr. Hutch seemed to understand my concern, placating it with, “Don’t worry—just your fingers are fine.”
She brought her own hands out in a gentle show of faith, a soft coax of her fingers convincing me to lay mine in hers. Her manicured nails clicked gently against my cast as her hands closed over mine, and I could just barely hear her hum to herself as the seconds ticked by.
Dr. Hutch spent the first few of those ten seconds looking down at where our hands met, but once she passed five, she looked up, eyes trailing along my body as she began to look for something. It was there that I saw it; her eyes were this rich green with golden flecks around her pupil, but the longer the time passed, the brighter that yellow got.
She was using her power on me.
Her brow furrowed further as she went from looking at me to around me, like she was searching for something in the air. Her counting progressed further, past seven, and she began to stare at specific spots like she was deciphering hieroglyphics, trying to understand something more than any of us could fathom.
“...ten.” She breathed. She glanced over at Dr. Sims and shook her head before letting go of the hand in a cast to gently pat the back of my other one before setting it in my lap, moving away to stand by Dr. Sims once more.
Dr. Sims crossed his arms, looking down at the floor for a moment before saying, “Thank you, Dr. Hutch.”
Neither of them seemed happy.
I think everyone else caught on to the sudden shift in tone in the room as well; Aunt Sia moved a bit closer, and her hand came to my back, rubbing it gently. Dad moved two steps to close the gap between us to put his hand on my knee, and Brent’s brow furrowed as he watched them both move.
Dr. Hutch sighed hard before looking up at Dad. “I’d like to clarify, before we begin, that my power is magnification,” Dr. Hutch began. “I can essentially narrow in on the gene structure of any person and pick apart their DNA sequence just by ten seconds of contact, much like how an electron microscope functions when examining a blood sample. I prefer hand holding as it’s comforting and easy to mask with extended handshakes for those I simply have a hunch about. As I build up to ten seconds I can see the DNA sequence clearer and with that I can determine if anything is out of place or exists when it maybe shouldn’t. I’ve yet to find an instance where I’ve been wrong.”
Jeez, with a power like that, I don’t understand why we didn’t come here to begin with.
“So you’re sure you know what’s wrong with Jean?” Brent asked, looking at Dr. Hutch.
“We had results before bringing in Dr. Hutch, however, she’s the best second opinion you could ask for. I wanted to make sure.” Dr. Sims said. He inhaled deep, looking like he was biting down on his cheek so roughly he was going to chew a hole straight through it. He looked between Dad and I, cutting right to the chase: “I’m diagnosing Jean with conducrinopathy.”
Dad’s grip on my knee tightened and his jaw tensed, and I swear to god he looked like he was about to start breaking down walls. “What’s…” I glanced at Dad before looking back at Dr. Sims. “What’s condu…that?”
Dr. Hutch took over the explanation, beginning with, “Well, your conducrine—between your shoulder blades, right about where she’s touching right now—is what gives you power. It produces rayacitins, the proteins that change this energy into your elemental conduvergence.”
Conduvergence—that was what they called the powers, right? Using a power was conduvergence. “Okay,” I hummed, nodding. But I didn’t understand; what did this have to do with what was wrong with me?
“A typical Conduit has a set amount of rayacitin proteins in their body, and when they’re running low, that causes that pain you feel in your shoulders.” Dr. Hutch continued, trying her best to dumb this down for me. “They’re also what influences other cells to heal faster. Less proteins, less power, slower healing. More, the opposite.”
Oh, okay. “So is my condushine—”
“Conducrine.” Dr. Sims interrupted.
“Conducrine,” I corrected, looking back at Dr. Hutch. “Is it just not making enough proteins?”
She looked to Dr. Sims, who sat on my question for a moment. “Sort of.” he agreed hesitantly, head bouncing side to side gently like he was considering which way to go with his explanation. “Conducrinopathy is when the conducrine itself begins to dysfunction. Its protein output wanes, you’re correct. That’s probably the cause of your pain, currently. But it…I suppose the best way to understand exactly what happens is to consider it…a sort of organ failure.”
All my breath left in one huff, and it felt impossible to breathe in more. “What?” I whispered.
“Your conducrine is in a manageable state right now,” Dr. Hutch interrupted. “But as the disease progresses, it will begin to produce corrupted proteins. Your power will…will turn on you.”
“Wait, like the old forced Conduits?” Brent cut in. He looked furious, but his anger wasn’t aimed at Dr. Hutch and Dr. Sims with his question.
Dr. Sims nodded. “That’s the main instance we’ve seen conducrinopathy, yes. The conducrine is due to turn on a Conduit if it is forced to copy artificial proteins. It’s like using the wrong blood type in a transfusion. But it has happened to two Prime Conduits. A patient here, and—”
“Mom.” I looked at Dad. “That’s what happened, isn’t it? When she started looking gray a-and sick in the pictures. Her power was killing her.”
“We can’t assume that it was killing her,” Dr. Sims interrupted as Dad’s eyes fell and he stared at the floor, face void of any emotion. “But if we had to compare how she was to the data we have now, then…yes, she more than likely had the same condition.”
My fingers went to mess with my cast, and I couldn’t think of anything to ask. What the hell was I supposed to say? Cool, doc, thanks for the Conduit cancer diagnosis! I felt on the verge of a panic attack.
Aunt Sia rubbed my shoulder like she was trying to ease the tension out of it, and that was enough to get me to regurgitate one of the thousands of thoughts running through my mind. “Can you cure it?” I asked, looking back at Dr. Sims and his partner with pleading eyes.
Dr. Hutch looked down at the ground as Dr. Sims appeared to try and swallow back bile. “We…there’s no known cure yet, though in your situation, this has only happened to one other prime whose progression of illness could be followed. There are noted differences between the symptoms in primes versus forced Conduits, but we’re…these are uncharted waters. We don’t know what to expect.”
“What are the differences?” Dad finally asked, voice robotic. “What can we expect?”
Dr. Sims looked like he wanted to do anything but answer Dad’s questions. Like he hated being the bearer of bad news. “The pain and tenderness between the shoulderblades is common. That will probably be the most persistent symptom. However the amount of healthy rayacitin proteins in her body will…they won’t be replaced by healthy ones. The damaged cells will spread further instead, and it’ll…her powers will start getting weaker. Maybe disappear entirely. The healing is usually the first to go.”
Dr. Sims looked at the ground and scuffed his shoe on the wood before adding, “We don’t know how her power will turn on her, either. That will change the status of her condition from manageable to severe more than anything else. And…between Fetch, and the other prime Conduit we’ve observed, decline is…faster in prime Conduits. The way a forced Conduit is already stunted in power is enough to delay it significantly more than a prime, especially when considering how much weaker they are.”
“And you’re sure it’s this?” He asked, looking between the doctors. His eyes settled on Dr. Hutch. “How can you be positive?”
Dr. Hutch was trying her best to keep her face neutral. “When using my powers, I can see this aural ring around people. I can tell if they have the gene, if they’re activated—your daughter has both signs. But there is also something wrong with the aura on her. It’s turning black. The only other times I’ve seen that is when I’ve run diagnostics for Dr. Sims upon his request.”
Dr. Sims shook off the discomfort of the moment, moving a step closer. “Delsin, I’m gonna be here every step of the way in case something happens,” he looked at me, “We’re going to make sure you’re, at minimum, comfortable.”
I hated how he phrased that. Comfortable? It didn’t sound like he was offering to just help me with pain, it sounded like there was more to the statement. A promise for there to be a comfortable end.
And I wasn’t a fool, I knew how this was going for all the old DUP agents; they were either all ill as could be, or slowly succumbing to their illness. His words sounded like he was offering me management if it came to that, too.
Fuck. Fuck. Tears immediately began to pool in my eyes and it was hard to keep them away. No cure, no help, no idea what was going to happen. But I needed to know one thing: “Am I gonna die?”
That was the wrong set of words to use; Brent immediately threw his hand back to hammer the side of it against the wall, the hit so hard plaster immediately caved under his fist. He pushed off and stalked away, brushing past Dr. Sims to the door and throwing it open, disappearing into the hall.
Dad sighed, head falling. “Sia, can you—”
“‘Course,” she said, patting my shoulder gently before leaving the room, heeled combat boots echoing loudly as she jogged to catch up to him.
The silence in the room truly was deafening, the air thick as the remaining four of us grappled with what just happened. Everything felt like it was slipping away; the color in the blue hospital gown I had on, the noise of the cars on the street outside. This was it. I really was broken.
And there was no way to fix it.
Dad squeezed my knee three times, and suddenly I was shot back to when I was a little girl trying to sit through the scariest moment of her life: vaccine day at the doctors. Me sitting at the end of an uncomfortable bed just like this, gripping the edge for dear life as Dad sat across from me, a hand on my knee. Three reassuring squeezes. I love you.
Took me far too long to realize he’d do it when the needle went in and I’d miss the scariest part of the whole event.
Now he was trying to reassure me yet again, forcing a deep breath into his chest as he lifted his head, looking at Dr. Sims. “This didn’t start happening to Jean till that fight with Augustine,” he began. “Conducrinopathy doesn’t happen to just anyone. Something caused this.”
Dr. Sims sighed. “Delsin, her powers just manifested. We truly don’t know if this can be an inheritable condition or not.”
“Well,” Dr. Hutch held up a finger. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that yet, either.”
Both Dad and Dr. Sims shot her a confused look. Dr. Hutch didn’t bother waiting for one of them to interrogate her, instead digging into the pocket of her lab coat and pulling out three blood collection tubes full of anything but blood. “I analyzed the two samples you sent, Eugene. And your friend downstairs passed a third to me earlier this morning.”
Dad immediately bristled. “We don’t have another friend here,” he said, guarded.
Dr. Hutch cocked her head to the side, concern on her face. “You don’t?”
“What did they look like?” Dr. Sims interrupted. Dad’s hand tensed on my knee.
“Short, wide set. Wore sunglasses inside for some reason which I’m…” she drew off. “Now I’m worried was to disguise himself.”
I knew someone that matched that description exactly, but it wasn’t someone with a hidden agenda. “That’s Zeke,” I forced myself to murmur. My voice didn’t sound like mine. It didn’t even feel like I was talking. Was this what dissociation felt like? Feeling like I was witnessing the room from outside the window to the right?
Dad scowled…but something in his expression shifted. “He brought you something to analyze?” He asked Dr. Hutch, surprised Zeke even cared.
“He did,” she confirmed, holding up a collection vial that had black liquid in it that turned iridescent with a deep green where light hit it. I knew that liquid—that’s what Zeke took from the First Sons’ base in New Marais. “Said he hoped it would help me find answers for Jean.”
Dr. Sims looked at Dad, who almost looked remorseful in a way before blinking a few times, inhaling. “And what did you find?” he asked.
“Well, from what I understand, these two samples were acquired in New Marais,” Dr. Hutch said, shifting the samples in her hands so she could hold a pair up to the light. “I examined their properties and their aural signatures, and they’re certainly interesting. To save you the technical terms, these two samples almost replicate poison in a way. This one—” she pointed to the black and dark green liquid, “—the poison itself while this contained the cells it was affecting. However instead of killing the cells, they seemed to mutate them. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Dad went on to tell Dr. Hutch what we saw when underground, and how we found files that suggested the creepy crawlies in the First Sons’ basement were Conduits turned creatures. She reacted with horror in the right parts of the tale, but her eyes were alight with a curiosity that she couldn’t hide well at all. “I didn’t know that was possible,” she said. “I knew there were instances of monsters in New Marais but never really followed up on why.”
“We were worried, with it corrupting Conduits, that it could be what happened to Jean,” Dad finished.
Dr. Hutch shook her head. “I don’t think that’s the case. Where these two are similar, the one from Salmon Bay is completely different.” She stored away the two vials in her lab coat and held the one full of tar to Dr. Sims, who took it without hesitation. “It matches the signature of every case of conducrinopathy I’ve seen—including Jean’s. It has the same…darkness to it, but at a strength that made it nearly impossible to read without feeling ill after.” She glanced between Dad and I. “It’s like it’s emitting something far more dangerous than a regular Conduit can handle.”
Dad stood, hand leaving my knee to step forward and take the vial from Dr. Sims’ outstretched hand. “So this tar is what caused Jean’s sickness?”
“She was injected with it, correct?” Dr. Hutch asked.
Dad motioned to my leg hanging over the edge of the bed. “Augustine’s concrete had this tar on it when she managed to pierce Jean’s leg,” he informed her.
The scarring and spider veins on my left leg hadn’t faded at all in the last week. The raised scars were still an angry red and brown, the veins alight like they were lightning with how bright the blue was against my legs. Dr. Sims took a few steps forward, motioning for me to bring my leg up and hooking his hand behind my calf so he could examine it closer. “I need to get this and the break checked on, next,” I could hear him mutter to himself like he was making a checklist.
Dr. Hutch joined Dr. Sims, looking at my injury from over his shoulder. “It looks like it attempted healing,” she observed.
“If you’re right, and that tar caused her sickness, could this be when the conducrinopathy started happening?” Dad asked, pointing to my scars. “They’re healed wrong because it was running out of time?”
Dr. Sims’ brow furrowed. “The results did come back abnormal,” he muttered. He turned my shin lightly and then looked up. “Knowing the tar is practically the same as the illness, I wouldn’t be surprised if so.”
Dad stared at my scarring for a long time, long enough for Dr. Hutch to clear her throat awkwardly and say, “I’m sorry for bringing bad news. If there’s anything I can do to help…”
Dr. Sims sighed. “We’ll be visiting palliative care later today for the patient, if you’d be willing to meet us there.”
“Of course.”
Dr. Hutch gave me a nod before turning on her heels and leaving the room, the sound of the door as it latched shut behind her feeling like a gavel strike of a death sentence. Dad, still staring at my leg, shook his head and brought a hand up to rub against his face. “Someone did this.” He said.
“Del—”
“If that tar matches what’s wrong with Jean, then Augustine caused this. I don’t know if it’s because she got a new power, or somehow fucked with her old one—”
“Delsin—”
“But her power caused organ failure.” Dad finished with a stressed voice, and I wasn’t sure if it was to talk over Dr. Sims or simply because he was stressed. “We need to find out how she got the ability.”
Dr. Sims shifted on his feet, thinking. “We can’t be sure that it’s not something that Augustine simply developed,” he warned.
Dad shook his head. “I don’t believe that. Archangel helped Augustine. They tried finishing what she couldn’t do! She had to have gotten this power from somewhere.”
“I understand that, but you have to realize—this is the first time we’ve seen a situation like this with its cause. The forced Conduits develop conducrinopathy naturally, and we don’t know how the other two instances of this happened in primes—“
“But we know it’s not normal.” Dad retorted. “What happened to Abbs? What’s happening to Jean? Shouldn’t be a thing.”
There were three sharp raps on the door and Aunt Sia returned, looking between Dad and Dr. Sims as the latter refused to let his gaze wander. “Archangel did something to make this happen, it was probably the plan the entire time—just for me. But this is some sort of power, right?”
“I’m not sure—“ Dr. Sims tried saying as Dad rambled on.
“—so we just need the power to fix it. Only way it’s coming out is the same way it went in.”
“Delsin, this isn’t like then. We don’t know where the power came from or if it’s something new at all.” Dr. Sims finally put enough power into his voice to interrupt. “This is the only time it’s happened like this. For all we know, with the old DUP soldiers? It could simply be because Augustine was involved.”
Dad opened his mouth to say something else when Aunt Sia cleared her throat loudly and pointedly, looking at Dad. “Delsin, I think you should go talk to Brent.”
Dad blinked. “But—“
“Just a small talk, then we’ll finish what we came here for.” Aunt Sia turned to Dr. Sims. “Is there anything else we need to do for Jean? She still has some stitches, do they need to be removed?”
Dr. Sims looked confused and yet thankful for the topic change. “Yeah I-I want to get a general check up on her, but we’d need a more qualified doctor.”
“Alright, then why don’t you go see who you can find while Delsin talks to Brent?” Aunt Sia asked the men, looking at them expectantly.
They muttered some sort of agreement as Aunt Sia herded around their attention, the two eventually leaving me alone in the room with her. She stepped up to the edge of the exam table I was sitting on, right between my legs, and moved to cup my face, her expression solemn. “Oh Jean,” she murmured, “I’m sorry.”
She pulled me into a hug and it was like everything snapped back to my center like a rubber band ball; I was no longer witnessing this from the outside, but fully trapped within the body betraying me, the ache in my back reminding me of the diagnosis. “I’m scared,” I admitted to her, voice cracking.
“I know,” she replied almost immediately. “This has to be so scary for you. But you heard how quick your father was to begin trying to think of solutions,” she pulled away to look at me. She was right: Dad was always the problem solver. I wasn’t sure if this was something he could fix, though. “We’ll take this a day at a time, but you won’t be alone.”
Want more of Dr. Hutch? Check out Feth’s inFAMOUS: Sparks!
Set 7 years after the good karma ending of inFAMOUS: Second Son, join friends new and old as they navigate what it really means to be a part of the Second Age.
A perfect blend of OC and OG, Feth knows all things inFAMOUS like the back of her hand—for good reason ;). I’m a sucker for a good after story, for the butterfly effect of every choice made in canon to change something in their future, and Feth captures that perfect (and realistic) after. Rosa is one of many amazing new friends the original trio make as they take on foes old and new.
#infamous second son#infamous#infamous erosion#infamous: sparks mention!!#ROSA POSTING#I grab the OC. i run. I refuse to give her back.#delsin rowe#jean posting#brent posting#Eugene Sims#Aunt Sia Posting still!!! FOREVER!!!#I stole her too#now that I’m thinking of it I took the red headed characters and literally no one else lmfao#Rosa. Sia. Cole too if you don’t think about it too hard#hehe gingers#anYWAYS I love you Feth thanks for letting me slot the perfect little lady in the perfect little spot#we will have to talk later for…other reasons… 👀
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GOOD MORNING EVERYONE HAPPIEST OF TUESDAYS TO ALL OF YOU!!! I hope you all have a good day I’m sending kissies to all of you 💕💕💕
#nina rambles~✦#I’m back from touching grass#over the weekend I got a Robin funko pop to add to my collection#I wanted to sit down and work on this killer request last night but oh my god writers block#I got two sentences in before i short circuited#fingers hovering over the keyboard unable to type a word#let’s hope that resolves today LMAO#and I’ve been working on a fun project with some friends hehe#so that’s been taking a lot of my time and effort#ANYWAYS#have a good day my loves#I love u all#muah muah muah
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farmers market breakfast fresh multi seed bagel with fresh garlic dill cheese with fresh farm strawberries with fresh apple cider donut. and my own coldbrew that i actually paid attention to diluting correctly for once. and scallions on the cheese. is there any conceivable reason i should save the little net they put on my strawberries bc it seems such a shame to throw it away but why should i keep it. would it be insane to give it back to the farm stand next week
#i’m the kind of person that would happily take back packaging from people who regularly get stuff from me so i wouldn’t have to buy more#like chipboard backing and plastic sleeves and stuff. so to ME it would be a thoughtful thing to do to bring it back#but to other people i’m sure that’s crazy#chatpost#anyway nice breakfast 🥰#re: coffee amazing how you can know how to do something correctly & continuously do it wrong anyway just because you dont feel like thinking#🥰🥰 hehe
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Didn't read the update? It lives rent free in my head! You are a fantastic writer, I wish I could leave a kudos on each chapter.
WAHHHHHHHHH 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 thank you anon 😭💖 I had trouble updating ch 23 in that I had to upload it like. 3 times and then I had to edit the chapter unexpectedly and quickly and sort of just wondered if maybe the technical difficulties resulted in lack of update notification?? I’m sure that thought process is just me overthinking however the way I was scrambling to fix that chapter was an emotional rollercoaster LMAO
BUT ANYWAYS THANK YOU… 🫶💖 so much 🫶
#anoonnnnnnnn I love youuuuuu#but yeah I think my experience with uploading that chapter kind of damaged me psychically#I won’t get into it bc it is a secret but I fucked the shit up and was rereading it and I was like oh no. I need to edit this#and it made me feel soooo silly and I think it kicked me down a bit towards that fic#but I think im so back for it#a lovely reader gave me comments recently and reminded me that it exists and that it’s worth finishing T_T <3#anyways I’m rambling the point is#thank you so much for reading and also for telling me BFJSBDJ#I knew people read it I was just being dramatic HEHE but yeah I did have that lingering fear that it didn’t upload properly or like#yall caught the mistake before I could edit it SNCJWBFJEB#but no everything is okay and I’m definitely hoping so hard to update it over my holiday break#:-)#ask#anonymous#braincell im looking at you do yall remember when i was freaking out in the chat begging you not to read it because i had to fix it and#didn’t know how#BDIWBCIWBDIBD
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